(outfits are at the end)
Rhea
I stare at myself in the mirror of the guest bedroom.
I feel awkward, as I always do when I wear a dress. I feel like I can't breathe, and my boobs are pushed too close to my face. Not to mention, the heels give you blisters for days.
Wearing blazers, and dress pants is better, I can actually walk.
This dress is pretty, but I feel like I might trip if I walk too fast.
But damn, I do look good.
My black hair reaches to my mid-back, while the blue spring-like dress clings to my figure. The heels make my feet ache, but it's dull, since I've had practice in heels.
Yesterday, while Gabriel went to work, I went out and bought a cheap mascara, at least until I can get more money. Which I need to speak to Bellie about, but I don't know how.
I'll have to tell her Allen is dead, and I'm not fond of giving her that news.
No matter, right now, I need to focus on getting to the King and Queen.
Which will be difficult, especially since there will be so many people, but it's a perfect opportunity.
"Rhea! It's time to go!" I hear Gabriel yell from downstairs.
I smile. I'm so close to succeeding, and it's liberating.
I make my way down the creaky stairs I've become familiar with.
I see Gabriel, in a light gray suit, while his hair is parted in the middle, leaving little hairs to curl inward.
It's unbelievable how attractive a man can be.
"Fucking shit," he mutters when he sees me. I laugh, "Well, how do I look?"
He gulps, he looks like he's almost drooling on himself. "Great. Sorry, god, you look so beautiful."
I grin, "I'm going to take that as a good response."
He smiles, walking over to me, placing a gentle, but slightly hungry kiss on my lips.
Still feeling a little bit cautious of him, I stiffen a little.
He stops, looking straight into my eyes with a worried expression. "What's wrong?" He questions, holding my hands.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," I lie.
"Somethings wrong, what is it? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, it's just a tag, it's poking my back," I quickly lie.
He stares at me for a second, "Okay, do you want me to fix it?"
I nod, "Yeah, please."
He turns me around, sliding his hand into the back of my dress. He pushes the tag around, "Is that better?" He asks.
I nod, "Thank you."
"Yeah, of course," he mumbles, his tone sounding uneasy.
Shit. I can't risk him thinking somethings off with me.
I turn around, and pull him in for a kiss, executing it with the perfect amount of gentleness and lust.
His lips melt against mine, almost naturally.
Almost.
Think, come up with something! Hurry!
"You taste good," I whisper into his lips.
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